Chapter 34
Tai
For once, I’m the first one awake. Connor is sound asleep, and he’s peaceful, if a little chaotic. His hair is wild, a line from his pillow is imprinted across his cheek, and he smacks his lips before they twitch like he’s trying to smile in his dreams.
This man is a walking contradiction—rugged and exuding masculinity from every inch of his body while being so soft and affectionate. He’s beautifully submissive in a way I never would’ve imagined when we met.
His emotions last night were just as heartbreaking as they were fulfilling.
The high he reached was more potent than any drug he could’ve taken, and it’s exhilarating to know it came from nothing more than the touch of our mouths and hands.
But the fall was hard, and the crash to reality jarring.
He trusted me to guide him back to the ground, and that was a gift I feel like I don’t deserve.
Another of those sweet, sleepy smiles tilts his lips. “Wake up, my love,” I whisper, nuzzling his ear.
“Don’t wanna,” he mutters, cuddling back into the pillow.
“What if I lure you with the promise of donuts from that bakery across the street?” He grunts softly and turns away from me, tugging the blanket over his head. “If you don’t get up, I’ll have to go by myself.”
He rolls back over and slings his arm around me. “Not safe, must protect,” he mumbles.
“Come on, lazy bones. I’m hungry. You took all my energy last night.”
Connor finally sits up, rubbing his eyes as the sheets fall off his torso. His smell is heightened after a long night’s sleep, and I lean in and take my fill. “Are you sniffing me?” he asks, amused.
“Yep.”
He grunts and shifts his hips so his erection pushes against the sheet. “Fucking hell,” he mutters, trying to push it down. “What are you doing to me?”
“Listen, it’s not my fault you spent the first forty-two years of your life not realizing you like dick.” My hand slides under the sheets, and I give him a slow pull from root to tip.
He groans quietly as his knees spread, eyes closing as his hips flex into my grip. “And I’m making up for lost time, apparently.”
“Want me to take the edge off?” I tease as I stroke him faster.
“At my age, I’m pretty confident I need longer to reload the chamber.”
“Sure about that?” I slide down the bed and push the blanket aside. “You look like you could blow with a few touches.”
Lips ghosting over the tip of his cock, my breath blows across the slick skin. My tongue darts out, collecting the clear bead of precum. He throws his head back in a moan, and I grin to myself.
He won’t last long—not if I have anything to do with it.
“Look at me, Connor,” I command, waiting for his eyes to find mine. My mouth opens, the flat of my tongue dragging along the underside of his shaft as I take him in. Once he fills my mouth, I seal my lips and suck, hollowing my cheeks.
His moans grow louder as his hips start to rock, and his fingers run through my hair. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous with my cock in your mouth. So fucking perfect.”
I suck a slow path as I trace the crease of his hip, then cup his balls and give a gentle tug.
A rush of precum splashes over my tongue, so I do it again.
Another needy whimper leaves his throat as he grips the back of my head, hips punching up as he holds me in place.
My tongue flickers over the sensitive vee on the bottom of his crown and he releases a long, whining string of curses.
His powerful thighs bunch under my palms as he fucks up into my mouth, and he falters with an almost pained whine. “Tai,” he whimpers as his hips snap up, his cock jerking against my lips. Cum shoots across my tongue and drips into my throat, and I time my sucks to the beat of his orgasm.
He slouches against the headboard, panting. After a few seconds of dazed bliss, he recovers enough to push me flat onto the mattress and grip my cock. A knock on the door makes us both freeze just as his mouth is inches away.
“Oh, no, the fuck you don’t!” I shout. “Go away!”
“Sorry, sweet cheeks,” Monica responds through the door, “but if we’re going to stay on schedule today, we need to get moving.” I deflate onto the mattress with a scoff.
Connor grins as he rolls over and stands up. “Duty calls, sweetheart,” he says with an apologetic kiss on the corner of my mouth. “It’ll be okay.”
“Says the man who just got his dick sucked as a wake-up call,” I grumble, heading into the bathroom to brush my teeth.
Connor joins me, toothbrush hanging out the side of his mouth with a dopey grin. “Jush way, I cake care ovvu wayer,” he says around the bristles, then wiggles his eyebrows. “Rearry good.”
I laugh, then shriek as he plants a frothy kiss on my cheek that I have to scrub away. It’s so mundane, but the intimacy of the moment almost takes my breath away. I want this every morning. The thought should terrify me, but instead it fills me with a sense of rightness.
Connor helps me pack and then we head into the hallway so he can grab his stuff from the other room. I lean against the wall and wait for him when Dante and Theo join me.
Theo’s smile is scandalous as he slides over. “How was your night, Tai?”
A smirk plays on my lips as I pull them between my teeth. “None of your business.”
“That was a rhetorical question. We already know it was a good night because you, my friend, scream like a slut.” He releases an exaggerated moan right as the door opens. Connor steps into the hallway then freezes, turning an unnatural shade of neon red in an instant.
Theo’s mouth drops open. “Oh my god,” he whispers, his hand slapping over his sagging mouth. “Oh… my… god! Is Jugs the filthy screamer?! Was that you?!”
“Quit that,” I snap, hurrying over and wrapping my arms protectively around Connor. “Do we need to jump into the inappropriate things I’ve learned about you in the past few months?”
“I haven’t the slightest idea what you mean,” Theo responds.
“No?” I challenge. “Do I need to count the suspicious stains I’ve seen on your clothes and mouth lately?”
Dante chokes on a laugh, but his expression is soft as he ignores his fiancé’s dramatics and smiles at Connor. “It’s good to see you happy, old friend.”
Connor’s posture relaxes, and he kisses the top of my head. “It’s good to be happy.”
“Alright, boys, sorry to break up the circle jerk,” Monica says with a self-satisfied smirk, “but we’ve gotta get moving. Chop, chop.”